Thinking

I can't believe that September is upon us. Where did the summer go? Today I was homesick, really really homesick for what feels like the first time. Thoughts of home, both of my homes-San Diego and Calistoga-brought a real sense of longing. Is is the changing season? I miss being someplace familiar, someplace where I know what to expect. I want to feel the Santa Anas and smell crush in the air. I want to walk on the beach in late September and I want to see the familiar line of the Mayacamas mountains. I know that it's a process, this moving and becoming at home in a foreign place but sometimes it's overwhelming and I wish I could click my heels and find myself back in California, where I seem to have left my heart.